Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2007 09:57:39 -0400
From: Michael J. Griffith
Subject: The Warehouse, Chapter 10: Jack's Training
The Warehouse, Chapter 10: Jack's Training
Mike entered the Training Center just as Paul was on his way out.
"Where's the new puck being trained?"
"I believe Slick has him set up in Room 2."
When Jack woke up earlier in the day, he felt like everything was
normal, but only for a moment. He was in a soft bed, and had a pillow
and a warm blanket. It was a far cry from the tiny cell at the jail,
where he slept on the concrete floor and was awakened by a jet of
cold water washing him down. Then he looked around, and realized he
was still in a cell, albeit a comfortable one. Jack stood up, and, as
he did, Slick came to the cell door, and said, "Time to begin your
training. Master Mike instructed me to treat you well, but I'm not
going to take any shit from you. If you don't follow instructions
precisely, I'll use the stun gun on you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
What else could Jack say? As memory of his plight returned to him, he
became aware of the leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, and the
pain in his ass from the abuse it took the day before. Slick opened
the cell door, and, holding the stun gun, said, "Come with me."
Jack walked out of the cell, and Slick moved quickly behind him.
"Out the door, turn right, and go to the third door on the left."
Jack did as he was told, head down and shoulders slumped. The door
had a small sign on it-Room 2-Training. Slick reached around him and
placed his thumb on a small black pad. The door opened.
"See the black leather cushion on the floor? Get down on your hands
and knees on it. Face to your right."
Jack did so, and with swift, fluid movement, Slick buckled Jack's
cuffs to four eyebolts embedded in the floor. Jack tried not to think
what was next. He let his mind go blank.
Slick shoved some kind of hard leather gag in Jack's mouth, and
fastened a leather strap around the back of his head. The gag wasn't
solid; Jack could easily breathe though it, but it firmly held his
mouth wide open with some sort of leather-covered steel ring. Slick
grabbed Jack's ball sack, pulled it down, and wrapped something
around it, causing Jack's balls to be pulled down uncomfortably.
Slick then reached around Jack's chest, and clamped something to each
of his nipples. Weights were applied to the clamps. Initially, there
was a sharp pain, but it quickly became just a dull ache.
"Master Mike likes his pucks with big nips and low-hanging nuts."
He heard Slick walk to the other side of the room, and wheel
something over. He heard the snap of a latex glove, and then felt a
well-lubricated finger slide up his asshole. Then a second finger.
The fingers were withdrawn, and some sort of nozzle inserted. Jack
felt a warm, very thick grease flow into his rectum. Lots of it.
"Hold still, gorilla boy. I've got to get the machine in place."
Machine? He heard the device being carefully maneuvered, and the
wheels locked down. Jack heard the sound of gears slowly turning, and
felt something press against his hole. Whatever it was, it felt
larger than Bull's cock did the night before, but the grease allowed
it to slide in without too much pain.
"Don't wiggle around too much, gorilla, or you'll hurt yourself."
Jack heard a motor start, gears whir, and felt the object in his ass
begin to slowly slide in and out. Slick walked around and slid a
small video screen along the floor until it was in Jack's field of
vision.
"There are eight rules in The Warehouse. When you can recite them,
you'll be ready for the next lesson."
Slick then started the training video, and walked toward the door.
"I'll check back in about an hour."
Jack thought to himself, "The faster I learn the rules, the better
off I'll be. I've got to concentrate!"
"Rule One: Respect Master Mike. He is the reason you are not in a
mine, or chained to a factory table, or being sliced up for your
organs. Worship him, because he is your one savior. Show your respect
by presenting yourself properly when in his presence. If you are
standing, remain standing. If you are not, immediately rise to your
feet. If you are kneeling, remain kneeling. Face your Master, spread
your feet two feet apart, clasp your hands behind your head, and
lower your eyes, keeping your head up. If you're on your knees, keep
them 18 inches apart, clasp your hands behind your head, and lower
your eyes, keeping your head held high because you are proud to serve
your Master.
Once you are properly presented, do not move, even if you Master
walks around you. You may only move when your Master tells you, 'At
ease,' in which case you may drop your hands to your side. Make no
other move. When Master Mike says, 'Carry on,' you may return to
whatever you were doing."
As the narrator spoke, pucks presented themselves in various
situations-at dinner, in the shower, in the barracks, and so forth.
Then, similar scenes were shown where a puck didn't present himself
properly. One was hit by a stun gun from behind, another had a whip
strike his chest, and one puck who looked the Master in the eye as He
walked over was struck in the groin by Master's knee.
"Violations of Rule One are dealt with severely."
The puck who dared look his Master was shown hanging by his arms,
legs spread apart and dangling in the air while he was being flogged
by Bull and Slick in a training room. The man was screaming, begging
for forgiveness, then suddenly slumped and was silent. The flogging
continued.
"Men on shift in the warehouse are expected to continue working when
the Master is present, unless the Master specifically asks them to
present themselves. They should not slow down production, or look the
Master in the eye.
"Rule Two: Respect the Overseers"
"Overseers include anyone wearing a uniform of any sort. The
Overseers are here to ensure you are a successful puck, and...
Unfortunately, it became very difficult to concentrate. The thing
sliding in and out of Jack's ass began pumping faster and deeper.
Jack struggled to listen and learn. After awhile his nipples began to
really hurt, and his balls ached badly. The machine would slow down
again, then go deeper, then nearly withdraw from Jack's ass. Jack
found himself backing onto the thing as it withdrew, fearing it might
slip out. The video continued on.
"Rule Eight: Acceptance. Be proud to be owned by Master Mike. Do as
you're told, respect others, and always keep a positive attitude.
Doing so will make the rest of your life a pleasant one. If you do
not accept your new station in life, you will be banished from The
Warehouse."
The verbiage was accompanied by a graphic scene of a man being
castrated, then having is cock sliced off around a large sound stuck
up his piss slit, then having the wound cauterized by a hot iron.
The training video repeated twice, then the door opened, and Slick
entered the room.
"Learning anything puck?" he sneered.
"Yes, sir."
What's Rule Four?"
Jack searched his mind, but couldn't remember which one that was.
"Oeio, ur." Jack couldn't speak with the gag in place.
Slick stopped the machine, and hit Jack with the stun gun. Jack
slumped down. After a minute, he regained his senses. He heard Slick
say, "Obedience is the wrong answer. Rule Four is respect Master's
property. It looks like you need more training. Get back on your
elbows and knees.
Jack did so. Slick unclamped Jack's nipples, then reattached the
clamps 90 degrees from their original position, and hung on
additional weights. He walked around behind Jack, released the brakes
on the fucking machine, and rolled it back. He then unwound what ever
was pulling Jack's balls down, then pulled them down hard and
attached a heavy metal ring around Jack's sack. It was only two
inches long, secured by bolts, but Jack was sure it was at least a
foot long. The weight on his nipples and balls was nearly unbearable.
Slick then walked around Jack and pulled away the video monitor and
replaced it with a smaller fucking machine directed at Jack's mouth.
Jack saw, for the first time, the device that undoubtedly in his ass.
It was a black rubber dildo, heavily veined. Slick sprayed some sort
of liquid in Jack's mouth and on the dildo, then carefully positioned
the dildo at the ring gag and moved it into Jack's mouth by spinning
some sort of wheel on the side of the machine. Slick walked around,
squirted move lube in Jack's ass, and positioned that machine as well.
"Looks like you're nearly ready for round two, gorilla boy."
Slick placed headphones on Jack's head, the kind that go over the
ears. Both fucking machines were turned on, and the narration began
again. The sounds of stun guns and flogging began again. Jack wasn't
sure if it was the same thing he had heard before, but he listened as
carefully as he could, given he always seemed to be gagging or
backing onto the dildo in his ass. The two fucking machines worked at
different speeds and intensities. It was almost impossible to learn
the rules. Jack had no idea how many times he heard the lecture, but
suddenly, it ceased, and the fucking machines stopped.
Slick wheeled the dildo from Jack's mouth, pulled off the headphones,
and shouted, "What's Rule Seven, puck?"
"Urora, sir!"
Slick unbuckled the strap from Jack's gag, and pulled the ring out of
Jack's mouth.
"Repeat!"
"Performance, sir!"
"What does it mean?"
"Sir, every puck is given a quota. If the puck fails to meet his
quota, he is punished, sir. If he consistently exceeds his quota, he
might be rewarded, sir."
"I see you're starting to learn. Are you ready to take the exam? If
you pass, this portion of your training is complete. If you fail,
I'll take a strap to your ass and beat you until you pass out.
"What's it to be? Are you ready for your examination?"
Jack raced through the eight rules in his mind. He knew the rules,
but did he know them by number? Maybe another training session might
be worth it.
"What's your answer, puck?"
"I'd like additional training, sir."
"Very well."
Slick forced the ring back into Jack's mouth, buckled the strap
behind his head again, returned the fucking machines to their
positions, clamped the headphones back on, and placed a small video
monitor on the face-fucking machine, barely within Jack's view. The
nipple clamps were replaced with clamps with tiny metal teeth. Jack's
scrotum was pulled down by the weight already there, and another,
smaller weight was added. The lesson began again. Jack found a place
in his mind were he could escape the pain, and listened intently.
During the third iteration, he could anticipate every word. Finally,
he had learned the rules! He did it!
When Slick returned, and asked Jack if was ready to be examined, Jack
replied, "Ye, ur!"
Slick rolled away the fucking machines. He removed the gag again.
"Rule One?"
"Respect the Master, sir."
"Rule Four?"
"Respect Master's property, sir."
"Rule Eight?"
"Acceptance, sir."
"What does that mean?
"Be proud to be owned by Master Mike. Do as you're told, respect
others, and always keep a positive attitude. Accept your new station
in life."
"What are the rules, from eight to one?"
"Acceptance. Performance. Attendance. Obed..."
"What is attendance?"
"Every puck has a schedule to which he is expected to adhere. Failure
to be at the right place at the right time will be punished."
"What is the punishment?"
"For the first infraction, five stokes of the cane. The second, ten
lashes with the whip. The third, ten strokes of the cane, followed by
twenty lashes."
"The fourth?"
"Flogging until unconscious."
"Is there a fifth?
"Sale. The puck who can't follow the rules is sold."
"I think you might have learned the rules. Rule five?"
"Obedience?"
"Four?"
"Respect for Master's property."
"One, two, and three?"
"Respect Master Mike. Respect the Overseers. Respect fellow Prisoners
Under Contract."
"You've passed the exam."
Slick unhooked Jack's wrist cuffs from the floor. Jack didn't move.
"Puck, stand up and present yourself!"
Jack stood up, spread his legs as far as he could, and clasped his
hands behind his head. The clips on his nipples hurt terribly, and
Jack's quick rise made his balls ache even more.
"That's correct. Now, let's works those balls."
Slick removed the weights from Jack's ball sack, put them away in a
cabinet to Jack's left. Slick picked up a three-inch long ball weight
and showed it to Jack.
"I'm going to screw this on you. Don't move, or you'll get pinched."
Jack sighed, and, in doing so, involuntarily pulled up his balls.
"Relax, you idiot. Let'em hang, so I can get this on you!"
Jack tried to relax, but didn't have much luck. Slick yanked down
Jack's balls, fitted half the cylinder on Jack's sack, then put the
other half in place. He began to tighten the bolts to bring the two
halves together, tucking bits of Jack's scrotum in the cylinder so it
wouldn't be pinched by the weight being tightened. Once the cylinder
was complete, Slick let go of Jack's balls, and let the weight do its
work.
"Now, let's work those nips."
Slick removed the clamps. The sudden rush of blood to Jack's nipples
was painful. Very painful. Slick walked over to the cabinet and
removed a device with hoses, hand pump, and two suction devices.
Slick placed the cups on Jack's nipples, and began to work the pump.
Jack felt his nipples being pulled away from his body for a moment,
then the suction abruptly disappeared.
"Damned hair! How am I supposed to get a good seal with all this
damned hair?"
Slick took the suction device back to the cabinet and returned with a
cordless electric clipper. Very carefully, he removed just a bit of
hair around Jack's nipples. He returned the clippers to the cabinet,
fiddled with the vacuum device, and brought it back. He had placed
smaller cups on it, ones with thumb valves. Slick placed one of the
cups on Jack's right nipple, carefully moving aside the hair, then
squeezed the pump a few times. He closed the valve, then repeated the
process on Jack's left nipple. Once it took hold, he released the
valve on the right cup, and began pumping. Jack felt his nipples were
being sucked off his chest! Slick pumped some more. Then he closed
the valves and removed the hoses.
"That should hold you for awhile. Now let's get some weight on those
balls."
"More weight," Jack thought. "How much weight can my balls take?"
Slick returned to the cabinet and walked back with a few more items.
Since Jack was in presentation position, he was looking down, and saw
Slick screw two hooks into the sides of the ball weight, then hang
additional weights from the hooks. Jack breathed in, and, once again,
his body tried to pull his balls against the weight. It hurt like hell!
"Stay. Do not move. Let the weight and suction do it's work."
Slick left the room. Jack's mind was trained. His body would take a
bit longer.